Live every day (every so often) like a lunatic.

And if you can, please help out Merbear.===========================>>>

“Live every day like it’s your last!”
I’m not a big fan of that phrase. To me it always meant “Go out and accomplish every dream you have NOW!!!!”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for accomplishing dreams (the more inane the better!), but do you have any idea how exhausting that would be???
I took a vacation once. Spent a day sailing on the Caribbean, two days scuba diving, drinking and wandering every night, then came home with just enough time to pick up a pair of tickets from someone and drive out to the beach for a concert.
Went back to work the next day, and called in sick the next day because I was beat. Plum tuckered out.
I needed a vacation to recover from my vacation.

I personally couldn’t imagine doing everything I want to do every single day.
But there’s one stunt that I could do say once a month.

Go rock climbing.
In scuba gear.
No, wait, stay with me here.
Strap the flippers to my back, and wear extra padding under the scuba tank. Which would be under the parachute. (If you’ve been reading me for a while, you know where this is going.)
Do a nice six or seven hundred foot climb up a cliff face. Drink a lot of water on the way (wetsuits are ridiculously warm). Get to the top, step away from the edge and enjoy the view.
Step a few feet further back from the edge.
Then run like hell…and…LEAP!!!

Like this, but from a cliff.In a wetsuit.

Sail off the cliff cackling with only the piece of mind that barely-functional insanity can provide!
Clear the cliff and toss the pilot chute up, dragging the main chute out. (Do it fast. It takes four hundred feet for the canopy to open.)
At ten feet off the water, pull all of the chute harness’ quick release pulls. Arms crossed over the chest (still holding the flippers. You didn’t drop them, did you?), point your toes because you’re still moving pretty fast, and…SPLOOSH!
Fit on the mask and the flippers.
Swim at a leisurely pace underwater to the nearest unattended jetski.
Ditch the tank and vest (flippers too), climb on, and throttle up towards the nearest tropical beach.
Find one not too busy, with a thatched roof bar restaurant visible from the water.
Crank the throttle and ride that puppy right on to the beach. Extra points if there’s a boat ramp and you leap that sucker with a flying dismount towards the bar.

I can see the jail from here!

Pull the Hawaiian shirt out of your bag, put on the shades, and order the lobster for dinner. And a drink. With a lot of rum.

Could you imagine trying to do that daily???
But just once, wow, would it make a hell of a day!

181 responses to “Live every day (every so often) like a lunatic.”

Thanks a lot, Guapo! I had a nice, calm Tuesday planned at my little desk, with my little job and safe little walls. All of the sudden, I’m completely antsy and searching the basement for that darned wet suit. How did you know that cliff diving in flippers was my weakness?

I think you’ve just described a scene from every bad action/adventure film. We’re having our first heat wave today – it’s above zero this morning. Have a great Tuesday and get ready to wear that Hawaiian shirt!

For one brief moment, I went away to a warm place where I am scared of heights – petrified – but willing to try. How am I spending my Tuesday… I woke up hours before sunrise for no apparent reason, stepped outside with a big latte in hand, and realized what season it was – forcefully. My testicles shrivelled, and my coffee rebelled. That might be the other way around, I can’t tell.

You’re a brave man, Guapo. Honestly, when you have kids, any vacation requires you having another vacation…

I am sure she could, it would be the getting out of the water and into a classroom that would be a challenge ! =) She tends to go a bit… overboard with her play time, wonder where she got that from?! =)

Oh El Guapo, have you learned nothing about me yet? I AM A FREAK MAGNET – with out without a wetsuit, so the only one’s that would approach me would be the weirdos…mental health people know me for what I am 🙂

My dreams aren’t as exhausting as most people’s. (peoples’? How would one punctuate that?) I dream of peace and quite. Two feet planted firmly on the ground. Maybe a nice pinot noir and a petite Japanese girl to walk on my back. Nothing too severe or violent as what you describe above. Mostly, my dream is to learn punctuate properly.

16 days ’til spring but the clocks change this weekend, which is a huge step in the right direction.

Some of teh stuff I do is because I don’t want to let my fear of heights stop me from enjoying things.
though my fear was never a seize-up debilitating one. Just a lot of discomfort and nausea, wit a little bit of terror.

Send it anyways. Time to shake it up a little. After they hire you, you can quit and sue the government for wrongful boring employment..mental anguish or something.. and use your settlement to retire to fantastic adventure..

Yeah, for me, a really banner day would be sitting in a chair on the white sands of Bellows Beach, Oahu, with a blank pad of paper and a good book. No fins or parachutes required! Family frolicking in the surf completes the picture. *sigh*

And there you go! I might wave back … depends on whether or not I’m watching my son and husband boogie-board over a particularly stunning wave or not. 😉 But if I see you, maybe I’ll pencil you in to the canvas. You just never know!

Wait, did you actually DO this? You’re a badass if you did. I guess we’re still in the getting-to-know-you-stage.

I cry like a baby when my kid drags me on the kiddie roller coasters. Like, with snot coming out of my nose in long strings. And he leaves me to go off and ride the kind that hang you upside down and drop you at free fall speed. No thanks.

I’ll live vicariously through you. Reading this post made me dizzy. But in a good way.
Happy Fat Tuesday!!

Guap, except for the parachute part, that sounds like an awesome, and exhausting, day! My scuba gear was all accented with hot neon pink…but that was a long time ago…I have experienced many such vacations, coming home more beat that when I left; but ok with it, since I was on vacation! Loved your Allman Bros choice too.

Let’s do it! *chugs red bull*. Unfortunately the bravest part of my day will be going back and forth between my office and my minivan without mitts because my 4 year old spilled a coffee on them and they are frozen in the -25 C weather. I could really go for the lobster though.

Great tunes pick.. made me think of summer days amongst the gentle folk of the jam band scene.

I started my Tuesday watching re-run coverage of John Travolta messing up Idina Menzel. Enough already! Then, I watched the new cast of Dancing with the Stars followed by Cathy Lee & Hoda at which point I got drunk with them on a lot of rum! Your Tuesday sounds much better! Plus your lapiz es verde.

I’m having the same feeling imagining rock climbing in scuba gear that I had watching the documentary Cave Digger (totally worth the $5 download btw: http://cavediggerdocumentary.com/ ) that showed this amazing guy climbing mountains with a wheelbarrow strapped to his back: HALE no, and OMG the things some people could do. Well, promise to blog about it if you do. 🙂

I got up at 4am after referee’ing a roller derby bout last night until 10pm. Although I hated that 4am alarm, I had given my word to lace up my skates and promote the San Diego Mardi Gras parade, so I skated, twirled, did turn-around toe-stops, crawled under some guy’s legs again and again because we thought it would look cool on TV, then I rushed home grabbed my laptop and headed out to the hills where we worked from a friend’s shop on our generator as I designed and edited a newsletter being sent out tomorrow to over 3 thousand followers. I’m wore the fuck out. And this is a typical day. Oh and tomorrow starts all over again with a 9am job interview. I’m 48 years old and I can still hear my dad telling me about that candle and all of its burning ends.

I’m not sure if bloggin’ buddies can be Yin and Yang, but if so, we are. I was just thinking this morning that i was born a total coward in some respects. OK. In just about every respect. But I love your adventures, anyway Guap. As long as you don’t expect me to go along with you.

In fact, I was just trying to explain the difference between the things you do and the stupid stunts on the show Ridiculousness which is currently on the TV because Jacob is doing the dishes and I (stupidly) gave him the remote. There is nothing courageous about allowing someone to roll a bowling ball into your nuts or roll a truck tire into your nuts. Somehow I am pretty sure I am not the target audience, but why would anybody WANT to be the target of Stupidity? I am missing something.

This is going to be like the traveling man for comments, I’m sure. I’m late getting this in, I know. Guapo, you have made my day. Now I can go to sleep happy. It’s been a tough day. I’m jumping in my chair listening to that great music. When the Allman Brothers were doing their thing, I was doing mine, raising my kids. Didn’t even know they existed. Thanks so much. Love it! Now I know what you meant.

You exhaust me, just reading about your daydreams, El G. I like the last part best, about the Hawaiian shirt, shades and a good strong drink. I think I could manage that bit. I spent my Tuesday on a plane. Not much scope for exercise or leaping around at all. 😦

My idea of doing it all in one day? Finding a beautiful spot on a sugar white sand beach, under a leafy tree (without bugs I think it goes without saying), where I can hollow out a slight dip in the sand (to be cooler) where I can read & doze for the whole day while looking at an aquamarine ocean & hearing the soft lap of waves nearby. Doesn’t it sound wonderful? (BTW, this is my “restful” spot when I am visualizing relaxation).

I would add some slapstick japery with the flippers still on in the restaurant. Could we have a dog eating some of your lobster whilst you pick yourself up off the floor. Go on…. Please…..I will pay you

Yes, this is totally James Bond! BTW, I agree that “live each day like it’s your last” sounds good but suffers from the problem you mention, plus, if it were my last day, I’d want to spend it with my family, and hey, I just saw ’em yesterday.